Chapter Seventeen
Four Days Later
I am so sick and tired of this house. Thane found someone to buy it, and they are paying way too much for it, I think. I guess technically that’s what it’s worth, but I think we should just set it on fire. Reid said arson is a felony, though, so I guess that idea is out.
We have been working night and day to get this place clean. This is the best it’s looked in my entire life. The fact that I’m leaving with only my mom’s box of belongings is even better.
I’ve never had a chance to go through it. Dad would never let me touch it because it upset him too much, I guess. He got rid of everything else when I was a baby, but he shoved this in the attic where I couldn’t get to it. Now he’s dead, so it’s mine.
I wish I had gotten a chance to meet her. I don’t even know what she looks like, but I’m guessing her box has pictures.
I am sitting cross-legged on the living room floor with the box in front of me.
Thane and Reid are sitting next to me while Giovanni is across from me.
I pull the top off the old cardboard box, and it’s filled with pictures, notebooks, a baby blanket, and a lock of hair in a Ziploc bag. Why would he save that?
I pull a picture out to look at, and Thane laughs. “Something funny?” I ask.
“Baby, you could be her twin. She’s beautiful,” Thane says.
“You do look just like her,” Reid says.
“I’d fuck her,” Giovanni says with a shrug, making me laugh. “Look at this one.”
Giovanni hands me a photo of my mother, but she’s much younger. Sixteen maybe. “Jesus. That’s basically me.”
“You were the cutest kid, too. You had buck teeth in elementary school. I think I have photos somewhere,” Giovanni says.
“I had to grow into my mouth, okay?” I laugh. “Dad never kept photos of me. I’d say that was weird, but he frequently came in me so…”
“What is this?” Reid asks, holding a stack of papers. I look at it, and it’s an order of protection against.. Maybe Dad.
“Lenord Hastings,” I say. “I mean, Dad was Lenord, but…”
“Uh… Ayla,” Giovanni says, handing me his phone where he has an article pulled up.
“Local man, Lenord Hastings, was arrested for an alleged assault of a local teen. Officials say that Hastings is fighting for parental rights to the child conceived during the assault. Hastings is attempting to block the teen from having an abortion performed,” I read aloud.
The article includes a much younger photo of Dad, and I suddenly feel nauseated. “This happened three hours away.”
“About a year later, there is a report of a missing three-month-old baby girl,” Thane says with a sigh. “Her name is Ayla Jennings. Mother is Allison Jennings, eighteen. She is believed to be with her biological father, Lenord Hastings.”
“Fuck,” I say. “We moved here when I was four. I remember moving here.”
“I remember that, too,” Giovanni remarks.
“Maybe he was just getting the heat off him before getting closer again,” Reid says.
“Yeah, He was always weird about cops, but I figured that was because he whipped me with a belt so frequently that I almost always had bruises, and when I was older, I was raped almost daily.”
“So… Do you want to call her?” Thane asks. He holds his phone out, and on the screen, he has a phone number dialed. “She’s still looking for you, according to the social media posts looking for you over the years.”
“Wow,” I say. “She was still looking?”
“Seems like it. Wanna call?”
“Should I?” I ask.
“Call your mother, who you were stolen from? Absolutely,” Reid says. I take Thane’s phone and hit the button to call, but I place it on speakerphone. I’m worried this isn’t real, but I’d almost rather it be fake.
“Hello?” a woman answers.
“Uhm… Hi. Is this Allison Jennings?” I ask.
“It is. May I ask who’s calling?” she asks.
“My name is Ayla,” I say. The line goes silent, and I’m confused.
“My last name is Justice, but I found some paperwork that has you listed as having an order of protection against Lenord Hastings,” I say.
“We found some articles about how a teen was raped, and Lenord Hastings was fighting for her not to be allowed to have an abortion. A year after that, there was a missing baby girl named Ayla Jennings. My partner found your social media posts, and… well… now we’re here… and I think I’m your kid.”
The call abruptly ends, and we all collectively sigh, but then it immediately starts ringing for a video call. I rapidly tap the button, and a woman appears. “Whoa,” Thane says. “I don’t think we need a DNA test for this.”
“Oh… my God,” she says. “Jerry…”
“Don’t just stare at her, baby. Talk to her,” a man says off camera. He sits next to her and smiles at me. “Wow, yeah. You are definitely her daughter.”
“Can we pause for a moment?” Reid says. I nod, and he takes the phone.
“Hey. This is a bit of a complicated situation. I am one of her partners, but I was also her psychiatrist. I very much think this needs to be done in person. We can meet in a public place if you wish, but you are also welcome to come meet at our house.”
“Where are you located?”
“Oakmont,” Reid tells her. “We are at the house she grew up in right now, but we will be going home after this, which is in Mornington. Based on the social media posts, you all are north of Mornington, yes?”
“Yeah, we are in Ridgeview,” Jerry says. “Where is Lenord? We will need to contact…”
“He’s dead,” I say. “He died last March.”
“Oh, thank God,” Allison says with a sigh. “Can we go to her?”
“Of course. If you want to send us the address, we can be there soon,” Jerry says.
“It’s about three hours from here, but it’s two to where she is moving to,” Reid tells them.
“Good deal. We will actually leave in just a few minutes. Allison is already getting ready,” Jerry says.
“Thank y’all for reaching out. Allison and I met shortly after the kidnapping, and we have never stopped trying to find her.
The police gave up pretty quickly and have been no help at all, but we never gave up. ”
“Ayla never thought to look. She was told her mother died giving birth to her. We literally just found out otherwise when she went through a bunch of things Lenord kept in the attic that she wasn’t allowed to look at,” Reid explains.
“He’s the devil,” Jerry says. “Anyhow, we will be on our way soon. We will likely find a hotel to stay at so we don’t have to rush or anything.”
“Well, we will be going home tonight. You are welcome to come stay at the house. We have plenty of room,” Thane says.
“Well, we don’t want to be in the way,” Jerry says.
“You’ve been missing your baby girl for her entire life. You have a lot to learn about one another, so it’s only fair that you all get to be close. She is going through a lot of harsh changes right now, so having you two close by will help, I think,” Reid explains.
“I’m sure that will make more sense when we can sit down and talk. Allison is already in the car, so we are headed out,” Jerry laughs.
“I just texted you the address,” Reid tells him. “Talk to you later.”
When the call ends, I lie back on the floor with a groan. Thane lies on his side next to me, propped up on his elbow, and looks down at me.
“You okay?” Thane asks.
“Yeah… Just… Stressed out. I had a shit childhood, but now everything I’ve ever known was not only a lie but worse than what I thought,” I say. “It’s just a lot to comprehend and try to process.”
“Well… here’s the deal,” Thane says. “As your dom, we are making an executive decision to overrule you on something.”
“Oh?” I ask.
“I need you to trust us when we say that the three of us are doing just fine together. We will all three connect just the way you’ve asked, but we want to focus on you first.”
“Focus on me, how?” I ask.
“He’s going to play with you, and then fuck you. We will help,” Reid says, lying next to me, propped up just the same.
“If you all think you vibe well enough, I am okay with that,” I say. “I just don’t want anything to make me choose.”
“You will never have to choose,” Thane says sweetly as Giovanni moves the box and its contents out of the way so I can stretch my legs out.
Giovanni then pulls my pants down and tosses them aside.
Next goes my underwear. I assume he will take that off, but he just leans down and kisses inches above my pussy.
“Oh, Christ,” I gasp, and he shoves my legs apart to loop his arms around my thighs. When he kisses lower, I whine.
“What’s wrong, Ayla?” Thane asks.
“He’s teasing me,” I groan as he does it again.
“Ask for more,” Reid tells me. “Be a good girl for us and ask him nicely to lick your pussy.”
“Please,” I beg. “Please lick my pussy, Gio.”
“I’ll never be able to deny you,” Giovanni says, licking my clit.
I moan, and he does it again. I try to rock my hips, but his arms are locked tightly, and I cannot move.
He continues to tease me until I am nearly in tears, but then his teeth clamp down on my sensitive clit, and he sucks me hard.
I arch off the floor with a feral moan, and he doesn’t stop.
My orgasm rips through me so hard that I am dazed and unaware that I am being moved until I am being filled by his massive cock.
“Oh my fucking God!” I cry out when I am suddenly stretched so wide that it makes my belly ache. “Too big. Fuck. Oh my God, Gio, wait!”
“Fuck that. You’re mine,” Gio growls, pulling me down to his chest. My arms are pinned between us as he lifts his hips and starts fucking me so hard that I am screaming into his chest as he absolutely wrecks me.
I repeatedly say no, but I am rocking my hips to take him harder, coming back to back.
Thane slows my movements by grabbing my hips, but when he shoves into my ass, they find an unrelenting pace together that has me in tears.
Reid pulls my head up and shoves his cock down my throat mid-sob, and I start fighting all of them, but they just fuck me harder and harder until my orgasms have my body so tense that I can’t move.
When Reid comes, he pinches my nose closed and forces me to focus so I can swallow him.
He growls when I suck him, pulling away from me when I don’t stop.
After that, Giovanni comes next, which allows Thane to lie me on my belly and press his weight into my back.
Covering my mouth first, he starts fucking my ass so hard that I am screaming and sobbing into his hand, as he pounds me into the floor.
“Come for Daddy,” Thane growls in my ear, thrusting so hard that tears trail down my cheeks. “That’s it. Take my cock, baby. Fuck, you’re so damn tight.”
When my body tightens around him, he moans, and his thrusts falter. “Fuck, Ayla. Yes. Take it, baby. Take my come. Fuck, yes. Come with me.”
I come so hard from the pure brutality of it all that I see stars. I am damn near unconscious as he pulls out of me, but rolls me to my back, where someone pats my cheeks. “Stay with us, baby. You can’t fall asleep yet,” Reid says as someone cleans me.